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55: Separationwe're a combinationan auspicious paira mixture, a blend,we're together as one.separation is good for the soul;it helps our realization that weare actually our own person.but it's a painful break.connection through wiring;cut the wire, electricity snappedin two: you get a shortage, a power out;an abyss of darkness.suck me in, swallow me up--make me whole again.i needthe hidden nuances,the mink-furred, dark-eyed subtletiesthe sparkling circuitrythe simple secrecyof working in a duet:we may not sing, but we dance to the moon's shining smile.we are all one, but we are all s e p a r a t ewe put ourselves up on little pedestals to protect usfrom those grabby, fiery, beautiful sins,those icy, grinning, perfect people,those things we declare evil.we are not pure, we are as dark as they;capable of everything thenewsworthycan do,under your light, i may glimmerbut i sparkle with the stars.will you hide me under nighttime's blanket?will
54: Health and Healingthis is very hard to maintain;with a poisoned mind, a diseased body(maybe not in skin, but in heart)how can I even considerto uncurl my fingers from thiscliff edge that I cling to?healing swamps my system, with it'smossy green vines and subtleties of quicksand;holding my ankles within it's darkened graspwhilst skinny arms tangle into cypress trees--i cannot drink this dirtied atmosphere.health? my fear of abandonmenthas kept me from eating, and as myonly sanctuary takes their leave, all forsome idiotic reasons that they "can't take it"i laugh and think them weak. we, as an intelligentanimal, may 'take' whatever we like.so go on, steal me. I'm up for grabs.everything that i've ever loved, anything thati've thought i needed, is turning their heels upon my back.so as blood shoots and pumps wildly through my veins,take me. my heart is strong, as so are my eyes, my mind;but i am as meek as a puppy when it comes to being loved.strike me down and pass me onward; as i lo
53: Futureit's beautiful, this possibility--it shines like a glowing fireflyin the darkest of nights;keeping wired to his instincts,he zooms through your aspirationssearching for the exit from your pupil,never to find escape in his void.this is how we see the future:forever trapped in our eyes, our minds,always unfinished, and we wait,yearningfor it's arrival.but it never comes,because the future becomes the present,and the present, the past.the past stirs the dust of our memories withemotion,and here we all are.it's beautiful, becausewe never have to wait,we never have to reminisce,nostalgia shouldn't exist;this is all we have--the present at our fingertips.the firefly will glow,but it will eventually die;never to find the light in your iriseswhile we remain alive
52: Stirring of the WindThe wind stirs harshly between my fingers and I sigh. It is as if the wind is fighting me, as if even nature itself may fight me. Nature is a natural fighter; survival of the fittest; adaptation; variation. Family and friends are fighters, whether in the name of love or hate. Regret, and all other emotions--guilt, sadness, happiness and pain--they all fight with the same strength. But this is not about how they fight you; it is about how you fight them back. Do you retaliate, with the same force, following one of the laws of motion?Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Do you follow it as truth?Or it is better to hold them deep with your soul, as a part of a better teaching? Learning through holding back.Resistance, however. Complete and utter resistance; it is impossible. Emotion and fight are irresistible. It's a part of human nature; it's animal, as we are.Eventually, you'll break open.Eventually, your dam will burst.It is all a matter of time.We fight peace, we fi
51: Troubling Thoughtsthey burn in my mind,they dig into my stem-cells likebaby groundhogs, and theredo they fester;these troubling thoughts plague me so.these guilty lipscan hide no thing;filthy liescoat my ceiling,even though they are so much more beautifulthan the truth.my forest has my lungs filled with leaves;but, i am built of circuits;they whir and spin in my veins,dancing with metallic tasting bones,electricity sparking in my irises,speaking hidden thoughts. where do i go home?only he sees them.i am astounded by flashing lights, wound into branches,lighting metal until it glows. fireflies are jealous;the fireworks explode. music blasts in each corner,and no one can hide.the darkness can't cover me, soi bathe in light, astonishedby this guilty cancereating in my rib cage.my home is in sight, yet i knowit's not here,he leaves, and he arrives,now i'm completely sure, although;these troubling thoughtsplague me so.
50: Partythe music goes upthe beat drops downthe dancers poundagainst each other's bodieseyes, everywheresearching for a returning starelegs, how they move!skipping, slidingand look at the hips, the waist,the shoulders, the face;all beautiful in this light,all surrendered to this night.trickling in the darkest of shadows,breathing in the spotlights,crawling in the alleyway grime;children,it's party time!